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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Pole,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.