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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.