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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Magma,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Pole,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.