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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.