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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.