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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.