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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.