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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.