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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.