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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.