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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.