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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.