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 Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.