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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.