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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.