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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.