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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.