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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 808 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
The Busters,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.