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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.