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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.