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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.