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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.