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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.