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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.