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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.