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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.