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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.