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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.