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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.