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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.