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 Togo 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.