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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.