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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.