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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Magma,
Skriet,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.