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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.