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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
DNA,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.