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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Brick,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.