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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.