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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.