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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.