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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.