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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.