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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.