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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.