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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.