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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.