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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.