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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.