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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.