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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Faust,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Pole,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.