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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.