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 Iran 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.