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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.