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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.