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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.