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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.