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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.