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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.