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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.