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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.