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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.