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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.