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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Wire,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.