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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.