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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.