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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.