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 Kazakhstan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.