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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.