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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.