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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.