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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.