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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.