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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
cv313,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Can,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.