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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.