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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.