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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.