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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.