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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.