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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.