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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.