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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
10cc,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.