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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.