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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.