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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.