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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
CMW,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.