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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 CMW 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.