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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.