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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.