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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.