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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.