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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.