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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.