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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.