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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.