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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.