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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.