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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.