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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.