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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.