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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Altered Images,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.