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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.