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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.