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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.