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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.