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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.