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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.