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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Gong,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.