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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.