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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.