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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.