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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.