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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.