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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.