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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.