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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.