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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Pole,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.