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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.