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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.