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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.