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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.