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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.