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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.