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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Gong,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.