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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.