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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.