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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.