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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.