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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.