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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.