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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.