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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.