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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Ossler,
Monks,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
the Slits,
10cc,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.