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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.