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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.