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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.