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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.