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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.