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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.