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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.