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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.