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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.