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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.