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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.