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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Smog,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.