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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.