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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.