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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.