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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.