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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Index,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.