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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.