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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.