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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.