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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.