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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Milan.
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 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.