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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.