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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.