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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Little Man,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.