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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
10cc,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.