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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.