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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.