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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.