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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.