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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.