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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.