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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.