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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
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.