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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.