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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.