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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.