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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.