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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.