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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.