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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.