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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.