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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.