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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.