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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.