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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.