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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.