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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.