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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.