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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.