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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.