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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.