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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Standells,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.