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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.