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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.