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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Franke,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.