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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.