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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.