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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.