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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.