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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.