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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.