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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Crime,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.