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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.