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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
AZ,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.