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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.