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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.