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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.