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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.