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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.