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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.