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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blancmange 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
JFA,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.