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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.