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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.