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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.