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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.