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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.