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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
AZ,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.