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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.