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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.