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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.