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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.