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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Wings,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Fear,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.