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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.