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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
the Human League,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.