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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.