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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.