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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.