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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.