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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.