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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.