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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.