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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.