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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.