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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.