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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.