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 Palau 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.