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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.