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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.