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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.