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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.