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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.