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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.