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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.