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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.