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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.