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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.