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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.