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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
EPMD,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.