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 United States and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.