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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.