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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.