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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.