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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.