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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 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 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.