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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.