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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.