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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.