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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.