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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.