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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.