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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.