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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.