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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.