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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.