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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Suicide,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.