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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The Remains,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.