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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.