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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Unwound,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.