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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.