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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.