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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.