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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.