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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.