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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.