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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.