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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
UT,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.