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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.