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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.