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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
X-101,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.