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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.