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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Can,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.