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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.