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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.