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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.