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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.