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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.