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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.