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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.