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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.