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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.