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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.