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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.