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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.