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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.