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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
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.