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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Index,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.