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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
UT,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.