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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.