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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
JFA,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.