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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.