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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.