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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.