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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.