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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.