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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie 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 punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.