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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.