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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.