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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.