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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.