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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.