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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.