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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.