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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.