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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.