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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Martian,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.