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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.