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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.