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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.