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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.