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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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.