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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.