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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
UT,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.