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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.