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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.