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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Q65,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.