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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.