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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.