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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.