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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Crime,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.