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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.