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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.