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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.