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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Q65,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.