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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.