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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.