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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.