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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.