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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Nico to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Angels of Light,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.