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 Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.