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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.