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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.