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 Norway and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.