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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Cymande,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.