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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.