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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.