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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.