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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.