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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.