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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.