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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Symarip,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.