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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.