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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.