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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond 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 Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.