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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.