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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.