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 Hungary and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Slave,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.