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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Rakim,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.