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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.