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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Pylon 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Sandy B,
MC5,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.