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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.