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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.