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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.