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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.