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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.