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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.