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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.