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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.