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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.