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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.