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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.