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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.