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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
10cc,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.