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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.