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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.