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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.