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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.