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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.