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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.