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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.