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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.