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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.