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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.