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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.