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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Fear,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.