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 Angola and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.