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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.