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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
AZ,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.