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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.