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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.