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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.