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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.