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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.