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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.