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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.