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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Main Source,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.