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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.