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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.