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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.