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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Fear 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.