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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.