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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.