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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.