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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.