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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.