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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
PIL,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.