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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.