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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.