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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.