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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.