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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.