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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.