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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Slits,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.