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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.