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 India and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.