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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Can,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Pylon,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
MDC,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.