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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Organ,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.