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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.