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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.