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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.