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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.