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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.