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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.