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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.