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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.