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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Names,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Magma,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.