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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.