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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.