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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.