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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.