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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.