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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.