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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.