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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.