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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.