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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.