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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.