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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.