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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.