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 Burundi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.