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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.