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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Index,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.