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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pole,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.