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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.