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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.