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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.