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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.