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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.