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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.