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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.