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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.