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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.