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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.