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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.