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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.