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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.