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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.