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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Hashim,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Cure,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.