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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.