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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
the Slits,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.