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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.