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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and New York.
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 sitar 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.