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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.