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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.