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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.