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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.