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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.