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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
New Order,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.