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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.