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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.