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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.