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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.