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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.