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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.