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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.