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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.