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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.