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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.