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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.