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 Belarus and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.