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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.