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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.