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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Television,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.