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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.