Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Cameo,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Symarip,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.