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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.