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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.