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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.