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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.