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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Television,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.