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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Move,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Index,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.