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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.