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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Organ,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.