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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Names,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.