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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.