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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.