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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Index,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.