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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.