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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.