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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.