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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Hoover,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.