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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
DNA,
ABC,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.