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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.