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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.