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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Liliput,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The Index,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Quantec,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.