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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.