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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.