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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.