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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.