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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.