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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.