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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.