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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.