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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.