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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.