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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.