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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Television,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.