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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.