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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.