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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.